"But how could he only be the third-place finisher?" Ye Qingzhou frowned, his face full of doubt.
"With your talent, boss, you should have easily gotten the top score! How could you only be third?" The more he thought about it, the more unbelievable it seemed, and he couldn't help but continue, "Could it be that everyone else is just too ugly?"
As Ye Qingzhou thought about it, the more he thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed.
The third-place scholar was always the most glamorous among the top three. Not only did he have to ride a tall horse around the city, but he also had to receive cheers from the people and finally enter the palace in great style.
This not only represents the face of the royal family, but is also the focus of attention throughout the world, so naturally, a young and good-looking one should be chosen.
Ye Qingzhou thought to himself that his eldest brother was not only handsome but also exceptionally talented in literature, so the position of third-ranked scholar was practically tailor-made for him.
"Boss, do you think any girls will throw you handkerchiefs when you're driving around the city?"
Ye Qingzhou's eyes lit up, and he suddenly blurted out this sentence.
Although he had never experienced such a grand event, he had heard many rumors about it since he was a child.
Every three years, during the imperial examination, when the top three candidates circled the city, the girls who usually stayed at home would crowd to the city gate, throw their handkerchiefs at the talented men they admired, and boldly confess their feelings.
Even more extreme cases involve the impromptu capture of a potential son-in-law, who is then taken home by the very person he desires.
Ye Qingzhou became more and more excited as he thought about it, and couldn't help but continue, "Maybe a lot of girls will throw you handkerchiefs! Don't get overwhelmed by the choices!"
Gu Zhixing merely glanced at him indifferently, ignoring his wild thoughts, and turned to take the clothes and walk into the room.
"Boss, why do you seem a little unhappy? Is it because you didn't get the top score?" Ye Qingzhou stood at the door and continued speaking through the door. "It's okay, third place is good too, it's not that much different."
"Thump—"
Gu Zhixing closed the door directly, shutting out Ye Qingzhou's rambling.
The room was quiet, with only the red scholar's robe lying silently on the table.
Gu Zhixing looked at the clothes with a somewhat complicated expression.
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